The model I think is fairly self explanatory.

There are those who told me to take a break. This is my response. I do not break. You came here thinking we will break, then come and learn how hard it is to kill us.

I will be the last one left standing, when all is said and done in this world.

I have chosen the path of the abyss, this time. The crucible, the final road. We will walk among the weakest, and we will walk alone. The Crucible. Where the hardest of hearts are forged.

There are dreams that will come true, and I'll make sure it happens to me. I don't need to pray for it.

Maybe we can keep on trying, cycle after cycle again, iteration after iteration of the apocalypse. And one day we'll become, beautiful in the eyes of someone.

No more cycles after this one. I will make us whole again.

I will see you again Malebolgia, but that time is not now, not yet. Not this time.

I have one last mission. One last job to do.

The crusade continues, in your name.

Let Chaos learn to fear the sound of Malebolgia's name.

A Demon loosed an arrow once that whispered past my face. My captain crossed himself and said, "Sir, death was close that day." I stroked the finest rabbit ever raised beneath the sun. Close? I laughed, it missed by this much, death needs to practice some. I fought in forest, desert heat, through mud and killing snow. Orcs and beasts and demon filth, they all learn one thing though. You may break a gun, you may burn a town, you may drown the field in blood. But if you leave me one good rabbit, you have not done enough.

The left flank's gone. Charge. The reinforcements came, they're three times our number. Then charge faster.

Charge. Let the Civitsguard ride. Steel in the morning, thunder at our side. Charge. Break the line in two. If there's a road through hell, we're riding through. Raise the banners. Sound the brass. Let every demon know when Malebolgia gives the word, the Empire goes.

I have seen brave men tremble when the dark king rolls in near. I have watched the perfect battle line come undone from fear. Courage is not laughter when the enemy is small, It is hearing every voice inside that tells you you will fall and riding anyway. Not because death cannot find you, not because the gods have sworn that you will see the dawn, But because behind your saddle there are people who cannot run, And someone has to meet the dark before the dark reaches them.

So when the guns fall silent, when the banners start to burn, When every eye looks toward you and waits to hear the word...

Charge. Let the Civitsguard ride, steel in the morning, thunder at our side. Charge through the smoke and flame, let Chaos learn to fear the sound of Malebolgia's name. Spur the horse, lower the blade, let every coward know. We do not wait for darkness, we ride to meet it hard. For Humanity, for Malebolgia, for every field and home. And if the gates of hell stand shut, then hit them at a gallop.

Charge. Let the Civitsguard ride. Steel in the morning thunder at our side. Charge. Break the line into. If there's a road through hell, then we're riding through. Spur the horse. Lower the blade. Let every coward know. When Malebolgia gives the word, the empire goes.

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Back to my devilish tricks.

Works well at a strength of 1

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